Get Lost, Start Over: Why Yoga Starts When Things Fall Apart
It’s a cool, grey Saturday morning in Portland. 7:45am. I’m on the road, cruising along about 45 mph, pleasantly caffeinated, smoothie in hand, headed to teach my 8:15am class. Life is calm and quiet and good. (The caffeine helps). Good, that is, until, out of nowhere, smack in the middle…
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